"You—We can't talk like that, Irving."
"I tell you, Miriam, I just can't bear it!"
"I—I—oh—"
He leaned across the table for her hand, whispering, with an entire flattening of tone, "Miriam, don't go!"
"Irving, don't—talk so—so silly!"
"Miriam, let's—let's you and me stay at home!"
"Irving!"
"Let's, Miriam!"
"Irving, are you crazy?" But her voice yearned toward him.
"Miriam, right at this table I've got an idea. We can do it, Miriam; we can do it if you're game."